Posted by Tonya Salomons on May 5, 2016 in Journal | 1 comment
I sat next to him on a plane a while back. He boarded with his ukulele and a camouflaged backpack slung carelessly across his shoulders. He couldn’t have been more than 15, maybe 16. There was still enough boy etched onto his face just there behind the tell-tale signs of impending manhood. The airplane was dark. Except for the light that beamed spotlight-like over his seat. The captain,... read more